If you know like I know, you would get down on the floor

I keep a Magnum for they back, and I keep a Swisher full of dro

We can get down for my dime, and we can fuck on the low

And if you didn't wanna pimp, then whatcha fuckin' with me fo'?

Every lady ain't no ho, and every ho ain't my bitch

It take a real trill **** to recognize this type of shit

Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punk

Ride with me, she holdin' a pistol

While I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk, and we gon' make a lot of bread

And we ain't gon' never have no problem

Long as she hear what the fuck I said

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the website

Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code

In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch, I'm in that mode

I'm lookin' at you, you choosin' me, my dick head never stop

I'm Pimp C, bitch, I'm shootin' for stars, we headed to the top

I'm stayin' true

I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes

Fuckin' with the midnight ladies

The game is cold, but it's gravy

I'm bangin' screw

My young girl lookin' fine

We stayin' out here, on the grind

And keepin' money on our mind

Well, I'm certified, official, authentic, and the real McCoy

Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, got to feel yo' boy

One hundred percent real, Bun B, I represent

Trill with that gangster ass persona, so hard it can dent

Still in the hood 'cause it needs me, and the corner, it feeds me

So I eat all I want, my reputation precedes me

If you grimy or greasy, then you best step, be easy

'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin', fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze, see, and the cannons is bust

Them bullets blow by you, breezy, like a midsummer gust

It'll put your dick in the dust when I put one up in your dome

You'll be leakin' out plasma and pus, and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man

Got to pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss, understand?

Got to play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's your turn to deal

Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel

I'm stayin' true

I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes

Fuckin' with the midnight ladies

The game is cold, but it's gravy

I'm bangin' screw

My young girl lookin' fine

We stayin' out here on the grind

And keepin' money on our mind

I'm Pimp C, bitch, I'm from the south

This scary ho don't wanna know what this about

'Cause I stay country, true down to the core

Dick good, like uncut blow

In your nose, if your jaws

Feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause

Candy **** drive candy cars

Fuck the D.A., fuck the law

I fuck the snow, but I love a pro

Like flat backers, I'm a Cadillac'er

On parole, well, I'm a pistol packer

Drugs sold, powder jacker

Get with me if she a money stacker

Bitch around me, man, I'ma mack her

From the land of cheap work and steady licks

With pounds of dro and them powder bricks

We grind to eat and eat to live

This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With thirty-six hoes to the key, and ten kilograms in the sack

And fifteen sacks up in the trunk

Now, that's one point five mil worth of crack

It's big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the king committee is now in session

Today's agenda, get that dough

'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin'

No second guessin', make your mind up

Step your grind up, and get that pay

Gotta sell your ass or a **** blast

If you wanna roll with that UGK

I'm stayin' true

I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes

Fuckin' with the midnight ladies

The game is cold, but it's gravy

I'm bangin' screw

My young girl lookin' fine

We stayin' out here on the grind

And keepin' money on our mind